Memories
My uncle bought a 1946 CZ motor-cycle like this one (photo courtesy of a Google picture) for his son's and me to learn to ride on at a place called Mallabula (Port Stephens) when I was about 13 years of age. The place was virtually uninhabited back in 1958 so the only danger was to ourselves. It was a great little machine and we took turns in riding it on the bush tracks around that little village. We mostly rode it until it ran out of petrol and then pushed it home. It was used on every school holiday for about three years and It was remarkable that no one was injured I suppose. I did learn skills that I retained for many years after when I eventually obtained a motor cycle license. I rode motor-cycles for about five years until I could afford to buy a car. I am extremely grateful to my uncle for making it possible for us to learn the skills that kept us safe from that time on.
